John Irving's newest novel begins with a detailed account of his protagonist's left hand being mauled off by a circus lion. Though a tad crude, the first chapter sets the stage perfectly for the bizarre story that unfolds in the following 300 pages.
In this day and age, two forms of drama exist - that which occurs in reality and that in which reality is portrayed. With all the real-life drama that has been occurring in our world recently, it's nice to find an escape through the simplistic art form of theatrical drama.
Never in your wildest dreams could you fathom a rise to stardom as meteoric and as seemingly anti-climactic as that of RemyZero.
It's predetermined from the opening monologue: "I think I die at the end," the protagonist in hospital gown and purple baseball cap announces. "They've given me less than two hours . then the curtain." She's got advanced metastatic ovarian cancer, she explains.
Ryan Adams knows sour love. Throughout his stint as Whiskeytown's lead singer, his debut album, Heartbreaker, and now with his sophomore effort, Gold, Adams continues his renowned tradition of chronicling bad relationships with great songs.
I wish to point out some flaws in Craig Butler's logic in his October 10 column about pacifism.